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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

If You Wanna Be My Lover

When I only get a few hours of sleep (say 3 to 5), I am kind of loopy the next day. As in: Wheeeeeeeee! I am so pumped up! I am going to work so hard today, and it is going to be great, and who cares that I didn't sleep! I will just keep going, and it will be fantastic, and OH MY GOODNESS I HATE EVERYONE. And I am very tired. I can't do anything. I just want to close my eyes. Noooooo! I will stay awake! And it will be awesome! Go, me! Except if that person even looks at me one more time, I am going to punch him in the face. Grrrr.

So today was kind of a see-saw day. Good times.

Work has been, how do you say, hectic, but I kind of like it (for short periods of time) in a sad, pathetic way because it makes me feel like I am a tiny bit important and actually contributing something to my job. Plus, it gives me something about which I can complain. And blog.

8 comments:

If that song is in my head for the remainder of the day, I am coming to get you, R. Don't doubt me; you are little, and I could take you. Then again, you do have a very big husband to protect you. All right; I'll leave you alone.

At the wedding last weekend, I told the date of one of the bridesmaids that if he didn't like the red velvet wedding cake (he'd never had red velvet), he could come to my room and punch me in the face.

For the rest of the weekend, the wedding party and dates were threatening to punch each other in the face.

OK, that story has nothing to with your post. I'm just still giggling about face-punching in general. Hee.